North Carolina

On December 22, 2014, Shelby Stephenson was appointed the ninth North Carolina poet laureate. Stephenson has authored several poetry collections and taught at both Campbell College and the University of North Carolina at Pembroke. He will serve as poet laureate until 2016.

upcoming events

date
Apr 14 2017
Floraffiti

Floraffiti celebrates Poetry Month at the 2nd Friday ArtWalk in Carrboro and Chapel Hill, NC on April 14th 6-9 pm. Local community members, youth and adult, will perform solo and collaborative poetry surrounding a select words that have been previously planted in clover, grown fully fluffy green for the event. For more information, go to floraffiti.com.

6:00pm
300 West Main St
27510 Carrboro, North Carolina

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poems

poem

Fuss, fight, and cutting the huckley-buck—Dear Malindy, 
Underground, must I always return to the country of the dead,

To the coons catting about in the trees, the North Carolina pines 
Chattering about sweetening bodies in their green whirring?

Do these letters predict my
poem

 

          for Carl & Lillian Sandburg’s Connemara, Flat Rock, NC

 

As a child I was taken
to visit Connemara
as I remember
a little display of concrete poems
in the shapes of shoes
next to a typewriter
on an orange crate
let me know
I was

poem
There was no water at my grandfather's
when I was a kid and would go for it
with two zinc buckets. Down the path,
past the cow by the foundation where
the fine people's house was before
they arranged to have it burned down.
To the neighbor's cool well. Would
come back with pails too heavy,
so my mouth pulled out